crashed out on a wave
and she started drifting away
like the white on the page
once you've erased the whole day
she swallowed the ink so her pen wouldn't speak
but now the words are devouring me
and I am waiting to see if it will come back to me
like the fall at the end of a dream

and do you pay what you owe when you go to
where the white signifies warm?
and do you pay what you owe when you go to
that hole where your heart makes its home?

I'll call a broker who can tell me
how to bid on what is left of your time
so when you ration your attention
I can be sure that some of it's mine
if the camel has broken his back in the snow
and you find yourself lonely, with nowhere to go,
you know where I will be, yeah
but while I'm waiting around for a different sound
from a red ring that shattered when it hit the ground
white's the only color I see

and do you pay what you owe when you go to
where the white signifies warm?
and do you pay what you owe when you go to
that hole where your heart makes its home?